Where within the space between cotton and skin, did one decide that this would be home?
Home is not anything but not the fabric of one’s clothes.
We cannot fashion anything larger than ourselves.
Impermanence is our home and everything around us is material.
So fashion yourself, make yourself your home.
Put ink to skin if you must, cut hair, dye green or pink.
Find leathers, cottons, silks anything to bring you back to your skin.
Home is the coat we wear on our back, collar turned up to the wind.
From walking to sleeping we wear clothes.
Make them your home.
Walk in shoes that never come off at the door but rather welcome you to meet the world.
We are all inhabitants.
Our identity is our home.